So I stripped off and Gnomeslapped him!

He actually did a point or two of damage

Before one-shotting him.. but then, my GearScore was still bigger than his.. and I was naked!

What’s all this big brown Mammoth business?

I want me a scary white one!

I don’t normally DPS while I heal…

But if it saves on healing, I might as well (note the tank is in 3rd position)

Gnome is filling his barn

at < 1gold a pop, why the hell not?

He looks good in Saber

Ram, Pony & Strider!

I thought the edge of the world was only in Outland

but apparently they always had one in Teldrassil

It’s a long way down

Do you know how I know?

I turned my head for one second…

Luckily I am a Mage… I had just used my hearthstone… I would have cried if I was here for a 1/2 hour.. it’s a nice place, but I wouldn’t want to summer here.

This was my 1st Epic flying mount

It was worth waiting for. Worth all the scrimping and saving. I still think it is the most beautiful mount in the game.

Get your own Effing Quests!

How Effing lazy can you be?

You spawn next to the Quest giver, yet you spam raid chat for people to share the quest.

People do this every WG session.. they want the DAILY… It hasn’t been a daily for Effing MONTHS!

I don’t know about your server, but the standard response on Aman’Thul these days is to share CLUCK!

I keep one in my quest log now for this very purpose.

OK, this is a cool mount too…

IMHO, better than the Proto Drakes.

Proto drakes are like old steam ships of the sky, where as the drakes are like schooners, cutting through the air.

They positively glow

not just that, but they

Compliment every backdrop

Have I mentioned that I love my small, but growing menagerie?

I’m getting smarter

In part because I…

PuG!

definitely not because I…

Smell better than the average Gnome

Tell me something… how come all the non-combat pets are so big?

On a relative scale, this is bigger than the average hunters pet!

I convinced a PuG to do the extra Old Kingdom bosses

That’s why I don’t like people skipping bosses in Instances!

It’s only taken 12 Effing months!

I got an invite to ICC25!

The stars had aligned…

It was Australia Day…

Furrypaws’ guild name is BEER BEER

Yet I said no.. I’d had my share of BEER BEER (and a few more) on Australia Day.

On top of that, Gnome hasn’t even set foot in Ulduar, let alone ToTC, ICC… Isn’t that the International Cricket Council?

Squidly has now seen the inside of ToTC… (2 bosses worth) after I hastily read up on the strategy.

So Furrypaws, if you are reading, I can’t thank you enough for the offer… if you offer again, preferably something not so progression that I will do nothing but make enemies in, drop me a line.. otherwise I think I better go read some strats…

Because we all know…

and you guys would be gutting Gnomes if I blew your raid through lack of knowledge.

Oh, Syrana… don’t even think of this!

I am not a Trophy Gnome!

Dedicated to one dedicated Bear.

This post is dedicated to THE Bear, who is taking a little time out. I hope it reminds him that it’s the little, irrelevant, stupid things that we see and do that make the game and blogging worthwhile.

I’m ready and waiting to give him the honor of a good Gnomeslapping, but I would never back a bear into a corner.

Hope you enjoy your break (as you can see, I enjoyed my few weeks off over the summer break) and come back sooner rather than later.. later will be good enough of course!

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